On hot summer nights

In my younger years

I opened my bedroom window

And leaned upon the sill

God's myriad stars

Were a source of wonder

Beckoning my wishes

And watching over me

Cool as diamonds

And almost reachable

But now I know

About light-years

And hot hydrogen gases

And how God's choices

Became Newton's laws

And that stars no longer care

About wishes and little boys

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little something about aspirations and lost innocence.

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